"It's time someone shut you up."
Those were the words that caused the storm.
I remember that single moment. I felt like my world was ending...like it would never be the same. I saw my best friend slowly fall to the ground, and all I could think about was how it had to be my fault. If I had never tried to make them apologize. If I had avoided that whole conversation with Fitz, he wouldn't have been able to ask me to the dance. Maybe I could have done something to stop Fitz. Those were the only thoughts racing through my mind. In that single moment, I could have listed a thousand ways I could have stopped this outcome. But it was inevitable, I suppose.
The police ran in and put Fitz in handcuffs and took him away. But I didn't think about that, all I could do was think of Eli and I ran over to him. I saw the knife stabbed into him, a pool of blood surrounding us. I became hysteric rather quickly and I put my hand on his cheek. I needed some kind of goodbye. After all, he could die for all I had known. He looked at me with tears streaming down his face, this horrible look of guilt and remorse that scarred me. I wouldn't be able to forget that face for the rest of my life, even if I wanted to. He didn't need to say anything, his eyes said all I needed to know. He thinks it was his fault. I shook my head.
"Eli...no. No, it's not your fault," I cried.
I looked down to see that he'd grabbed my hand. He held it tight, as if it was the last time he'd ever do so.
Everything else was a complete blur. The ambulance, the cold walk home...as if it was all a dream. The whole night could've been a dream, as if I would wake up that morning and none of it had ever happened, the kiss, the threat, the poisoning...and the lockdown. But I didn't wake up, and it wasn't a dream. Unfortunately, it all happened, and it changed me.
This chapter was basically the prologue. I'm writing the first chapter right after I post this. Please review...I know it was short, but this is my first fanfiction! PLEASE give me constructive critism.